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I don't fear you, Mr. Robertson.
Jesus loathes your call for me to "go"... on your show...
Your mind's diseased, Mr. Robertson.
Heaven holds no place for those who'd pray... to go slay...
Me, you'd slay?!

Your right wing show exposed a bit about you and your style.
Your right wing base has earned much for yourself.
Look around you, what you've said has made you quite despised.
So, you've found no grounds to threaten me from home.

I don't fear you, Mr. Robertson.
Jesus loathes your call for me to "go"... on your show...
Your mind's diseased, Mr. Robertson.
Heaven holds no place for those who'd pray... to go slay...
Me, you'd slay?!

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Trying and denying hate just fills your TV shows;
World isn't laughing at your mistakes.
Now expressing regret for your Robertson Hot Air?
Now appalled that your appeal is on the skids?

Just look at you, Mr. Robertson.
Jesus loathes your call for me to "go"... on your show...
Your mind's diseased, Mr. Robertson.
Heaven holds no place for those who'd pray... to go slay...
Me, you'd slay?!

Spitting on our poor folk are you Yanqui right wing loons.
Bush will soon be handed his grim fate.
Gaffe you shouted, can you doubt it?
You're now on the news.
Every way you look at this, you lose.

You're nose is long as Pinocchio.
Your nation turns on and despises you... you cuckoo...
What's that you say, Mr. Robertson?
You want special forces sent my way? That's okay?!
That's okay?!

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